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“We don’t go more than two weeks, ever.”

“Let’s say six weeks officially, unofficially two weeks.”

I nod at him. “I’ll PT like crazy, you’ll see.”

“You’re going to compete against yourself to heal?”

“Hell, yes! Let’s get you inside of me right at the cusp of two weeks. You might have to do most of the work for a little while.”

“If after two weeks I last longer than a minute, then I will do all the work it takes.”

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Alex

“Tess, seriously, sit.” It’s been two weeks since surgery. She’s wicked fast on those crutches and putting dishes away. “Nanette will be here in a minute. She’s a beast and scares me, so don’t get me in trouble.”

“You’re afraid of Nanette?”

“She’s the fittest woman I’ve ever seen, no offense.”

“None taken. Beast, yes, but she’s also the hard ass that got me some range of motion.” She’s directly in front of me now, and she’s got that look in her eyes.

“Back off, you nymph. Do not tempt me. Hand job isn’t going to cut it today. Your fucking yoga pants are killing me.” She waggles her butt while leaning on her crutches.

She kisses me, exploring my mouth, and my resolve is gone. I groan and then meet her tongue with mine. They dance in our now familiar way, that’s hot but stilted.

I’m panting. “How long?”

Her eyes are wild and wide. “Now.”

“You’re not cleared.” She snarls at me.

Nanette breezes in the door, and I back up a bit. “Why aren’t you fixing to stretch?” I’m terrified she means me.

“I did. Just kissing. Nanette, please can we work on my mobility again.”

I smile a large toothy grin at her, so maybe she understands the pain of sleeping next to the hottest woman on the planet and not getting to fuck her or make her come. Because Tess moves when she comes, we haven’t risked it. Fuck I need to see her let go. I’ve gotten a satisfactory hand job or two, but we really need to have sex. Cuddling on the couch needs a little spicing up.

“Y’all know you can do it with the brace on, right?”

I cross the room quickly. “WHAT?”

Nanette shrugs at me. “In like a week. Let me look at it today. Take your brace off, sugar, and let’s get to those clamshells. If you’re lucky, I’ll let you do some TRX.”

Tess crutches over to her makeshift rehab studio set up where my dining table used to be for PT. We eat out front or on our laps these days. I’m trying to get some work done outside. I can’t head to the office until after her monster PT session. She’ll need help in and out of the shower. Then we rebrace her leg. She’ll either work or nap from the bed, then I can slip to the office. The clunking of crutches makes it touch to think.

* * *

Nanette leaves, and we’ve officially hit the three-and-half-week mark. Nanette just winked at me. Please let that mean greenlight. Tess removes her sweaty shirt. She’s in a fuchsia sports bra and yoga pants. She stands there, dripping with sweat, and I turn away. It’s like looking in the sun, it’s warm and wonderful, but it’ll make you see red spots and keep your balls blue. She limps to me carefully. I turn away and close my hands into fists. I hear a zip, and my spine stiffens. I’m terrified to look behind me. Her sports bra lands on the floor in front of me. I whip my head around and view the most perfect tits in the world on display for me. Her tight athletic body showcased in lycra shorts and nothing else.

Her voice is throaty, her pupils are dilated, and her knee seems stable. “Where’s my brace?”

I scoop it off the couch, and then I scoop her up. She’s laughing, and hair comes loose from her messy, sweaty bun. I kneel before her as she arranges herself on the edge of the bed. I draw her left nipple deep into my mouth. It’s my favorite. My hand pinches the other. She moans my name.

“Missionary, spooning, or do you want me bent over the bed?”

“Shit, I have choices. All of the above.” She shrieks as I nip at her tits. I bite down harder, and she arches into it. Fuck, when she’s healed, let’s see where this pain-pleasure thing goes.